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Song Feiwan's face turned cold.
Outside the palace, people came and went, and Xiao Feng's words showed that he had no regard for her reputation at all!
"Your Highness, the Prince of Su, please be cautious with your words," she said frostily.
Xiao Feng paused his hand that was fanning himself and pretended to glare at her. "What I said is the truth; did the imperial sister-in-law misunderstand something?"
The scent of powder on him made Song Feiwan feel faint. She was too lazy to engage with him further and turned to leave.
However, Xiao Feng raised his hand to stop her. "Imperial sister-in-law, please wait. Although I do not know why you are angry, it is still my fault. Allow me to present this folding fan as an apology, shall I?"
Song Feiwan twitched her lips, about to say, "Who wants your broken fan?" when a tall figure suddenly crashed into it, sending the fan tumbling to the ground!
Xiao Yu did not glance sideways; he lifted his foot and, with a crunch, crushed the fan into two pieces.
It was hard to say it wasn't intentional.
After a brief moment of shock, Song Feiwan couldn't help but smile slightly. The villain's wickedness was quite enjoyable when it wasn't directed at her.
"Your Highness," she said, pretending to bow to him.
Xiao Yu raised his hand and grasped her delicate wrist, pulling her directly to his side.
"No need," he said dismissively.
As for Xiao Feng behind them, he was completely ignored.
Song Feiwan felt in a good mood; her beautiful eyes sparkled as she reminded him, "You stepped on the fan."
Xiao Yu replied nonchalantly, "Mm."
Song Feiwan thoughtfully added, "It must have been an eyesore for you; I will have someone come and take it away."
Xiao Feng finally realized: Was she talking about the fan or about him?
He rarely allowed anyone to treat him this way. Though he was angry, he dared not confront Xiao Yu and had no choice but to bow respectfully. "I pay my respects to my elder brother."
Only then did Xiao Yu turn around with an air of nobility and look down at him with a cool gaze, his thin lips curling as he uttered a few words: "Who do you think you are?"
After Song Feiwan's remarks, Xiao Feng felt as if he had been scolded by Xiao Yu again and bit down on his back teeth in frustration.
"Your Highness," he looked up, forcing a smile. "I am getting old, aren't I? Just a few days ago during the morning court, we saw each other, didn't we?"
Standing before him, Xiao Yu was half a head taller, exuding an aura that felt worlds apart. His narrow, deep-set phoenix eyes scrutinized Xiao Feng, mocking him as he said, "So you are old. I thought some lady had dressed as a man and entered the palace. Next time, wash off the makeup properly; perhaps then I might recognize you."
Song Feiwan, taking advantage of his broad chest, hid behind him, laughing so hard that his shoulders shook. The audacity to mock Xiao Feng for being neither masculine nor feminine was simply too bold—hahaha.
Xiao Feng couldn't see Song Feiwan, but Rong Jiayi could see everything clearly from his angle. Initially, he felt disgust and anger at Xiao Feng for getting too close to her. Now, seeing Xiao Feng's face turn green with rage while she acted like a little fox, delighting in the situation, extinguished the anger in his heart.
A hint of laughter flickered in his eyes, an expression of softness he himself was unaware of.
It wasn't until Xiao Yu shot him a cold glance that Rong Jiayi felt as if he had been struck on the head. Meeting Xiao Yu's gaze filled him with regret and shame, but also with resentment and jealousy. A terrifying thought suddenly flashed through his mind: what if he hadn't come back?
Men understand men. Although Xiao Yu didn't know Rong Jiayi's exact thoughts, he keenly sensed the hostility directed at him. He curled his lips into a smirk and coldly remarked, "So focused on dealing with Xiao Feng that you forgot about yourself."
"Cousin," he dangerously tilted his head and asked, "Have you seen enough?"
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